was twenty-three, for goodness sake.
“I think we should go to Light tonight.” Jinx held her phone over her head as she tapped carefully over her screen so she didn’t smudge her purple chrome nails.
“Club?” Chloe asked.
“Yes. Wait until you see this place. It’s a huge pool and outdoor concert area by day and at night a deejay takes over. All of the screens and craziness. God, it looks so cool.”
“We’re from Los Angeles, it’s not like we don’t see cool clubs.” Ivy stretched her arms over head with a sigh. “We were just at one last weekend.”
“This is nothing like that hole.”
Ivy opened one eye. “You loved that hole last weekend.”
“Well, we are getting an upgrade.” Jinx dropped her phone into her robe pocket and draped her hands over the arms of her chair. “And we’re shopping to match.”
“Go to the eighteenth floor. Meri will take care of you at Luxe,” Suzanne said from the back of the room.
Chloe frowned. “That sounds expensive.”
“Room forty-one-oh-eight baby,” Jinx said with a singsong voice.
She clenched her fingers on the arms of her chair. God, she so didn’t want to take advantage. “We’ve been saying that number way too much today already.” Not to mention that she had to tip the hell out of all the people who had taken care of them.
She wanted to sink lower into her seat and she was already practically at an incline with the crazy zero gravity chair she was in. But she wasn’t going to ruin everyone’s fun.
If she told herself it would be okay enough, maybe it would be true. She just couldn’t look at the bottom of the receipt or she’d probably have a coronary.
“All right, ladies. It’s time to get you back into your street clothes.”
“Do we have to?” Ivy stretched her toes to the ceiling. “This robe is glorious.”
“You get to take it with you.”
“Oh, man. For real?” She popped up and her chair swung forward. “Whoa.”
“Careful there.” Ivy’s technician, Janet, stepped forward to help her out of her chair. “You guys were a lot of fun. Let’s not break anything before you go have some real fun for the evening.”
Ivy stood up. “Shopping then food? Or food then shopping?”
“I’m not eating. I want my belly completely flat for tonight.” Jinx laid her hand over her middle. “No food baby.”
“I recommend a little salad and cold-pressed watermelon water from the little eatery also on the eighteenth floor. Hydrates after all the things we’ve done today and helps to prepare you for whatever craziness you do tonight.” Suzanne winked.
“I like this girl.” Jinx grinned. “I like her a lot.”
“You girls are a trip.” Suzanne helped Chloe out of her chair.
The checkout process was terrifyingly simple. She just had to sign a little electronic clipboard. The number was slightly nauseating, but it was whipped out of her hand so fast that she didn’t have time to digest it.
Oh, she memorized it. Definitely knew that four-digit number like the last four of her social, but she was trying like hell to block it out.
They were shuffled off with huge shopping bags and a bunch of product as well as samples. Oh, and the robes. Couldn’t forget those bits of lusciousness.
She would guard hers with her life, and pray that she could keep peanut butter and jelly off of it for at least one full day. Maybe a week if she hid it in the back of her closet and only put it on after Axl was in bed for the night.
Maybe.
This time, the elevator was designed like a desert sunset. There were a mind-boggling number of elevators on every floor of the damn hotel. So many floors. It was like a maze. And the little room card was their golden ticket to everything.
Terrifyingly awesome.
The doors opened on eighteen. She thought she’d been prepared after the luxury of The Golden Dragon, but that one had nothing on the chrome, gold, and glass of the shops that seemed to go on forever.
They followed the signs to the
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